JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ASLEEP
Merlin : So what are you in for?
Random prisoner that he’s sharing a cell with : Uh…. stealing. You?
Merlin : Treason. probably, Or insolence against the king, I don’t really remember the exact wording.
RP* With wide eyes* : Are.. uh, how long are you sentenced here?
Merlin : Dunno. what about you? A day?
RP *still with wide* eyes : A- A week. Aren’t you worried?
Prison guard *opening the door *: Merlin, how’s it going?
Merlin, *who has made friend with all the guards* : Good. how are the kids Jerry?
Jerry the prison guard : They’re good. your’e out now. same time next week?
Merlin: probably. bye Jerry, bye new guy.
Jerry: You get used to it.
remember that url here that rbg quotes she was super famous here and literally everyone rbg from her lol id remember the name but the one that a few months ago deactivated bc ppl were calling her a terf and being mean to her? anyway funny how actual terfs have to deal with that on the regular and they can’t afford to deactivate bc then their message is missed
I raise my hands to my head in supplication, and press myself to the floor.
“Holy mistress.” The stone is cold; my lips almost kiss it as I speak. “Your servant begs you, forgive us for what we are about to do."
My companions grow still around me. No one breathes. The dark beyond us listens, waits.
"We ask you, accept these offerings that we have given, and do not hold our offense against us. We trespass only to obey you, and not by choice. Great Lady, give us a sign that we may enter here.”
A moment– then all at once the air changes; warmth, soft as a caress, displaces the still cool of the darkness, envelopes me as it rises. The others feel it; I watch them slacken, shift, hear the hitch of their breath in understanding.
I bend a finger-width forward and touch my lips to the floor. Shuddering, I whisper into the stone, so faintly that no one but the gods and I can hear: Thank you.
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their gaze lowers and they return their mug of coffee to the surface of the table. suddenly their apartment seems dark and gloomy. apropos, they suppose. sorun can feel her gaze on them, sad, perhaps pitying? their lips part to speak. “ it was not meant for you to hear me say, ‘i fear that love would never come my way’.“
they had said it aloud to themself without realizing emily was there in the room with them. usually they try to assure friends love would find them when they mentioned a lack of a love life or a lack of luck in that department, they had even assured emily of such things. and yet… somehow it was hard to believe they would find love or that it would find them. of course they don’t need it but sometimes they catch themself watching couples in the part or in a restaurant and a yearning would fill their heart. but love wasn’t for them, was it? no, surely a love wasn’t meant for a demon. a demon isn’t deserving of happiness. “ it is… difficult for me to believe that i will ever have true love in my life. “
Istg I love this fic with my entire heart and soul and I can’t wait until it’s done! I promise methydoll happens in the end they’re just fighting rn </3
Gigi was totally not standing at the other side of the door with her ear pressed to the cold surface, trying to listen into their conversation while holding her breath because the sounds of her breathing would interfere with the sounds of their speaking. That’s totally not what was happening right then.
“Have we just been bamboozled?!”
Nicky gave a tired sound, one that knew there was no way of winning against her now; Gigi could almost see her running her hand over her face in exasperation. “Geege has bamboozled us into a fucking corner, Crystal.”
“Well, how are we gonna get un-bamboozled? I’m not going to have people run around in yoga pants and just recline on mats for an entire session, Miss ‘Uhuh I’m French and can’t run a mile but I’m a gym instructor for some reason—“
Nicky hissed, “You think I want to see people run around like apes all day? Please. No one wants to see you and your hoard of cro-magnons stomp around and swing on things–”
“Oh, because I thought pilates wanted to talk to me about swinging–”
Gigi, from behind the door, gave one long, loud, suffering sigh. “I can hear you, y’know,” she opened the door and the two were startled to see her little blond head poke out, “If you’re going to argue, can you do it somewhere else? I have contracts to approve.”
okay. i have two (2) directions i could take micah’s sorry.
1) the happy direction, where he gets to heal and like be a person and most importantly a teenager. he gets friends and family and yeah sure there are bumps on the way but generally it’s the lighter route
or 2) the heartbreaking direction, where he basically drives himself insane trying to figure out a way to enact his revenge on the gods and take them out (like luke but a lot more revenge-y and substantially less focused)
damn i really could pull an all nighter if i wanted to
wondering if i should have breakfast and what kind of breakfast to have if i do
i’ve some washing in the washer (can’t find a capsule though so can’t put it on, wandered around a good few minutes aimlessly before wandering around trying to find it since i forgot first time around)
then i washed the shower floor since it’s manky
and also i had not only a shower but a bath!! which i haven’t had in literal years
manifesting tsukki anon in my inbox goodnight
Once again, me in deepsea shift = tarn thirsting
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